furry Mountain Man Muscles

June 22, 2019

UGH! sorry I disappeared. Just finished college and moved to another city. Also like, life happens. But my buddy @Zhucommissioned this! It's a story about muscles! and mountain men! and massive growth! y'all enjoy!

Fall wrapped his massive arms around the boulder, rocked it back, onto his chest, and powered himself up to a full standing position with a mighty roar. The other men hooted and hollered, pounding their chests and flexing their muscles. “POWER THROUGH!” Zhu barked, pumping his fist into the air. The great blue beast, though the smallest of them, was powerfully built. Fall had never seen someone fly through weight classes so fast. In no time at all, he’d be the biggest freak of them all. Fall growled as he hefted the giant rock to his shoulder. He huffed and puffed as he adjusted his stance and pulled a rough paw back against it. When he was properly set, the other brutes’ screams grew louder in anticipation. And then he thrust it forward, hurling the rock with all his might, watching it soar through the air, clear across the picturesque lake. There was a loud, incredibly satisfying POW! as the boulder crashed into another on the opposite side of the rocky shore. Both stones split into smithereens. The mountain-man flexed a tremendous most-muscular and howled like a wild animal, locking eyes with Fjoll, his cousin.
The mountain man stormed off, clapping Zhu on the back and nearly knocking him over. His massive cock was hard as a stone and longer than Zhu’s beefy arm. Zhu caught it with both hands and held Fall there, grinning, flashing his short bottom tusks. His shaft flexed so hard it was almost painful. Huge veins pulsed under his sweaty, soiled tights, like a second skin; he shuddered as Zhu ran his calloused mitts over the pulsing shaft. A deep, guttural sound escaped his lips. The heavy charm in his beard bounced against the great shelf of his bare, immensely hairy pecs. Every muscle in his body flushed red, musk oozing from his every pore. Then his knees buckled, but he quickly regained his footing and tore his cock from the beast’s grasp. “YOUR FUCKIN TURN, BRUTE!” He snarled furiously as he staggered away.
Zhu strut over to the next stone he’d chosen, and as he set up, he grinned. Just on the edge of his vision, he saw Fall walking back and forth, panting loudly as he fought with the belt at his waist and the crotch of his dark green tights. There was a sudden jerk, and the muscles in his back twitched, and then he chuckled triumphantly. He turned around, and his now bare cock came sliding out from the hole he’d torn in his crotch. “Where is Mute?” He asked, pushing each of his balls through the hole, one after the other. They flopped onto his massive thighs, his pubes so thick they covered every inch of skin, reeking like a man in heat.
“Probably playing with Johannes again.” Fjoll sighed as he stretched. At a glance, one might have thought they were twins. However, Fjoll was as dark as Fall was light. Fjoll was a perfectly proportioned giant, nearing eight feet tall, with perfect posture whereas Fall was all mass, thick and huge, almost hunched over from his own immensity. He filled out every last inch of his black tights, his balls reaching his knees in their custom pouch whereas Fall’s were just a bit shorter. His beard was a bit longer than Fall’s, darker, almost salt-and-pepper. Rather than a single, bulky charm at the base of his beard, Fjoll had two smaller, carved beads at either end of his thick mustache, and another just beneath his chin. His deep, dark eyes met Fall’s, his calmness countering his cousin’s pumped intensity.
Fall stroked his beard, thinking. His hand absent-mindedly squeezed his angry hard-on. Fjoll smirked.
They always seemed nervous to Zhu, whenever they lifted outside like this. He never knew why, they were never very forthcoming when pressed for answers. “Oh, just a little out of it today.” They would say. “Oh, the woods can just be creepy sometimes.” Was another one. Zhu had given up on the subject, but every now and then, when he came to visit, he caught them brooding as they stared off into the tree-line.
It had never made sense to Zhu why they would be so creeped out by the woods, especially when they’ve lived deep in the middle of a huge reserve as long as he had known them. They said they moved out here so they could “be as huge as possible.” Then, one day they took in a lost and lonely young man named Johannes and poured all their energy into growing him as well. Being the mountain men, they were, they constructed a huge house all by hand and soon they had constructed another just for Johannes when he had outgrown what little space they could offer. From there, when Zhu returned to see his old friends after quite some time, Johannes was hardly recognizable. The young man had been slim and trim and a little scruffy when they had first met and each time they met, he looked more and more like his beastly patrons. After his most recent visit, he had outgrown the cousins and barely resembled the man he used to be. Now he hardly human, but he seemed happy and he was Fall and Fjoll’s pride and joy.
Then came Mute, Fall’s long time, long distance boyfriend who finally took the leap and abandoned his life in the city to be with his mate. Fall pumped him and worked him, and grew his little man twice as fast as he had with Johannes, and together they had created their own little crew of mega meatheads way out in the mountains.
“There’s my Mute!” Fall said, excitedly. He stomped toward the shambling figure stomping toward them.
Mute had all the mass of Fall and Fjoll, with arms as big around as the average man’s waist and legs as wide as car tires, but he was sickeningly shredded. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on the man as he waddled down the path, practically naked save for a very improvised pouch he wrapped around the largest pair of balls any of them had ever seen. He actually had to drag them behind himself, which would have been quite difficult if not for the pouch which protected them from sharp debris. With each step, his quads rippled and shook, billowing with the impact of his extremely wide boots against the gravel. His short, reddish beard was brilliant in the noon sun, his bright blue eyes sparkled as he saw his new family lifting stones. A massive, semi-hard, leg-sized cock bobbed and swayed in front of him.
Fall’s huge hand palmed the back of his head as he pulled the ginger hulk into a kiss. “Morning, stud.” He grinned. Mute smiled and ran a hand over his hairy pecs. He bit his lip, teasingly, and kissed him again. Both their cocks swelled to life and they playfully bat them against each other.
“No sword fighting!” Zhu said.
“Let them duel it out.” Fjoll said, putting his foot on top of the stone he’d chosen.
“That is what the forest is for.” Fall purred in Mute’s ear.
The woods were loud with the deep grunts and mighty roars of the two giants’ raucous fucking. They crashed through the trees, crushed stones with their bare hands, plowed each other into the earth, leaving craters. Fall’s beard bristled as he snarled, his eyes bulging, his massive cock thrusting in and out of his quiet hulk of a lover’s meaty ass. He actually used Mute’s obscene balls to support himself as he pinned the man to the ground.
Mute was the quiet sort, shy and rather timid at times, but when they fucked, he howled like a wild animal. Fall bit into the meat of his traps as he plowed into him. “You fucking brute. You fucking hulk! I’m going to tear your ass open and fill you til you burst!” Fall snarled. “Oooh FUCK!”
Neither of them noticed the figure prowling in the shadows, circling them, watching, waiting. When he had a window, he quickly and quietly slunk through it. Their backs were so broad, so hairy, so tough they hardly felt a thing. The smell of them was almost too much. Rohr was fast, faster than those brutes could ever be despite being as massive as they were. They hardly noticed as he buried his face in
Fall’s taint, lolling his tongue over his balls, inhaling the ripe scent of his manhood. Fall simply moaned and fucked Mute harder.
Rohr lost himself, but he didn’t care anymore. He would let it happen. He turned his attention to Mute’s sack, and dragged his wide tongue over the soft, hairy skin.
Fall’s cock was so hard, he didn’t notice it was steadily growing. It throbbed painfully, every vein in his shaft bulging as if they were about to burst. When he began to notice it felt tighter, huger, he just thrust harder. He didn’t notice his muscles crowding in around his head, or the bones and muscles in his head growing larger and heavier. It was the most glorious pump he’d ever felt in his life. His movement slowed and became clumsy. He adjusted his stance wider to accommodate more growth, but his leg muscles were still pressed firmly together.
Something pressed into his ass. Mute’s balls were so huge, sometimes he forgot and then they would some spilling into his lap or Mute would get careless and knock a piece of furniture over and their huge reality would come crashing back. Fall tried to reach back to cop a feel of those globes, but found he was too huge and pumped for such movement. Besides, his head was starting to feel funny. Then he came.
Fall erupted into Mute’s ass, his entire body shuddered and quaked. “GRAAAAH!” They bellowed as Mute’s tight stomach bulged with gallons of cum. Mute lay there, sprawled out, his massive pecs heaving as Fall rolled over beside him. “So fucking good.” Fall chuckled as he rubbed his massive foot against Mute’s leg. That was all he could manage. He had never cum so hard in his life. He tried to look over at him, but something was off. It was actually difficult to turn his head, and when he did, he saw much more of his flesh than he was used to. His pecs and delts were so huge, when he looked down or sideways, he could hardly see anything except his own great, hairy mass. He tried to sit up but bending at the waist was hard. “What…”
“Oh, more.” Mute moaned. “Don’t stop!”
“I’m…I’m not doing anything.” Fall said.
“What?” Mute looked down but could see even less. In fact, he was having a hard time bending his arms at all. Someone was blowing him, but apparently it wasn’t Fall. “Who is tha-oh!” His cock was growing. Soon, it was towering over him. Something small and blue and hairy was clinging to his shaft, lathering the head with a long tongue. Before he could get a good look, his cock erupted. Mute shuddered, and moaned, and screamed as his entirely body tensed and went limp. Cum spilled all over them in hot globs. He lost track of time as he gushed endlessly.
When it was over, something was clamped to his nipples and sucking so hard he felt them stretch and stretch until the mouth that was stretching them pulled away to move to the other. The huge tube of flesh flopped against his body, hot and wet and slimy with saliva. Mute groped for it as the other was pulled to an equally incredibly length. “What’s happening?!” He cried as Fall rocked and swayed, trying to gain momentum to throw himself up. When he finally did, a handsome, bearded face with little orc tusks was right in front of his. Strong hands grabbed his head, and he clamped his lips to Fall’s He kissed and slobbered all over his face, but real panic didn’t set in until this stranger began to suck on his eye. Fall flailed and tried to grab the little orc but found he could no longer bring his hands together he had become so immense. And then his eye bulged out of its socket, and then it stretched and stretched and stretched until it was as long as Mute’s giant nipples.
Vertigo set in as Fall’s vision changed. He lifted his eyestalk and rotated it around. The other tried to follow, but it was still in his skull where it should be. It was so confusing and disorienting, he
could only splutter and whimper as he tried to understand what was happening. Then the orc moved to the other eye, and he screamed as it stretched to meet the other.
Fjoll awoke irritated by the loud ringing of his phone. If this wasn’t an emergency, Fall and his boytoy would have some serious trouble. Zhu stirred beside him, and rolled over, groaning. Dohn, the scrawny blue mouse that Zhu had brought along with him was lodged snuggly between Fjoll’s tremendous thighs, his face burrowed in his warm, hairy sack. He pulled him off as if he were as light as a feather, trying to be delicate, but the little guy sat up the second he climbed up from the bed. “Come back, big guy.” He yawned, reaching for him.
“One moment.” Fjoll gently swatted his hand and stomped toward his phone where it sat charging. Somehow, he already knew it was Fall who was calling. “This better be good.”
The other line was full of groans and whimpers, deep grunts and lots of cursing.
“Fall? What is wrong?” Fjoll asked sternly.
“H-help…He’s back.”
Fjoll’s heart sank. “What do you mean? Where are you? Are you alright?”
“He…attacked us…can’t move…come help…”
“I’m coming, stay where you are!”
Johannes sighed when he saw big Fall lumbering through as big as a house. So he’s back, is he? He heaved himself to his giant feet, his toes digging into the meat of his footpads. They hadn’t touched the ground in years. The vampire orc had grown the pads of his feet into three long appendages that he could manipulate almost like fingers. They were strong enough that he could carry his entire body on them, and he’d become skilled enough to be able to hold small items with them. His massive shoulders brushed either side of the double-wide doors of the barn the cousins had built for him. When he saw them, he froze. Something was wrong. What the hell had happened to Fall’s eyes? To his body? He barely looked human!
Fall came spilling out of the trailer Fjoll had hitched to his truck. He was easily three times as big as Johannes was now, and Johannes had thought himself the biggest freak in the world. His pecs made it nearly impossible to see anything directly in front of him, even big Mute could sneak up on him since he also couldn’t turn his head hardly at all thanks to his massive trap muscles which towered of his head. Johannes’ beard put the cousins to shame, but beneath it was a jawline wider than his own head. His gigantic, cleft chin often rested solidly against his thick pecs, making it so he had to really lift his head up to speak properly. Without his footpads, his cock would drag on the ground, instead it sat firmly against his giant feet as he crawled forward. And yet even with these monstrous proportions, Fall had him beat.
The first thing anyone noticed were his eyes. Whatever Rohr had done to him had stretched his eyes into stalks that were several feet long that could move independently of one another. He still wasn’t used to this, and so tried his best to keep them pointed forward whilst he stumbled around, trying to make sense of things. His face was barely recognizable as the entire bottom of his face jutted out several feet in front of him. His beard had merged seamlessly with the dark bush that was his chest hair now, completely covering a pair of pectits that were starting to sag they were so thick and full. Then he tripped over his own nipples, great fleshy masses. If Johannes had not been there to catch him, there’s no telling what might have happened. Fall’s terrified voice rumbled deeply in his chest as his freakish friend struggled to bear his weight.
“Thanksh.” Fall slurred. “Augh…muh…I can’t…”
“You’ll get used to it.” Johannes said kindly, patting his thick lips with one hand.
“Muh eyesh.” He whined.
“You’re a monster!” Johannes said, a mix of amazement and horror.
“It happened again.” He said, somberly.
“I have to go get Mute as well.” Fjoll grunted as he helped Fall along. The pads of his feet were the same as Johannes. He couldn’t help but feel a little stoked to show his friend the ropes of their new state.
“Johannes!” Fall growled. “Look what he did to me!”
Johannes embraced him as best he could and felt the incredible strength of his friend’s new body. He couldn’t help it. He got hard just by the sight of him. His cock slid between his massive pecs, and he nearly lost his wits as it pulsated like a needy beast. Fall and Fjoll both got hard as well, Fjoll actually able to somewhat hide his by hurriedly turning around to get back in the truck. Fall had no such luck, and the great pillar that was his cock slid from the many tendrils and tubes of his body, huge and veiny and angry. He smacked huge lips hungrily and tugged at the massive, dangling nipples that reached his knees as they clapped together. Johannes hardly resisted as lust overcame him. Fall reeked of musk and power; he was covered in hair and sweat. Lips and a long tongue completely engulfed his cock and lifted him up so he could inhale his gargantuan balls as well.
Fjoll pulled the truck over a little way down the road, nearly tore the button off his pants he was in such a hurry and jacked himself off furiously. When he came close to, he clamped his lips over his cock and guzzled it all down to avoid having to clean up after. He leaned back, panting, feeling his chest rise and fall. He loved the feeling of his calloused mitts running over his hairy pecs. He caught himself in the mirror and was amazed at the mountain man he had become over the years. If their fears were correct, this could mean trouble. They needed to get this under control fast.
When he recomposed himself and got back to Mute, Zhu, and Dohn, they were smiling. Mute seemed to have been experimenting with his body and was walking with his foot pads with relative ease.
“This is incredible!” Zhu said, feeling Mute’s muscles. “Mute said something about a vampire?”
“Of sorts.” Fjoll said, not wasting any time opening the back of the trailer. “Alright, in you go.”
They worked together to guide Mute to the trailer. Zhu and Dohn both took a hand while Fjoll, the biggest and tallest, held his pecs. Mute was dizzy as he felt how massive he now was. “His name is Rohr.” Mute said. The quiet giant had to really scrunch himself up to keep from spilling over the sides or falling over. He was so much heavier than Fall, Fjoll wondered if perhaps it would have been a better idea to move him first. Zhu pat his massive quad as Fjoll busied himself strapping the brute in, just in case.
“Rohr is a vampire orc, an ancient creature that got lost from his people and has since gone wild. He is drawn to musk and masculine energy, which he feeds on and pumps men to massive proportions. Over the years, he has gotten more…creative. Johannes was one of his victims years ago, but after that he went dormant. It seems he is back.”
“Is there anything we can do?” Dohn asked.
“We as in myself and Fall certainly can, but you and Zhu must go home immediately.”
“We can’t leave you guys like this!” Zhu argued.
“I cannot risk you becoming like them.” Fjoll said sternly.
“Wouldn’t mind that.” Zhu mumbled.
Mute nudged him and grinned.
“If you want to so bad, then by all means.” Fjoll huffed. “But do not come crying to me when you find yourself immobilized by your own muscles in the middle of the woods.”
“Oh, we’d find our way back to you.” Dohn teased him, pressing his little frame against the giant’s powerful body. He smiled at the stirring he felt in the man’s pants. “Fine.” Was all they got.
“So where are you gonna keep these guys?” Zhu asked.
“Oh, Johannes will have to move into the house for a while until we can build another cabin. They may even want to share a place, since they cannot move very much.”
“I wouldn’t mind staring at one of these hunks all day.” Zhu chuckled and pat him again, watching his muscles shake. Dohn nervously felt up the thick flesh of his footpads. Mute flexed them and tried to grip his arm playfully.
“If you’d like, you are certainly welcome to stay and help. We could use some extra hands until they get used to their new forms.” Fjoll said, standing up to his full height now.
“New forms as in…they’re stuck like this?” Dohn asked.
“We do not know how to change them back. We know of the beast that did this to him, all we can do is hope we can one day catch him.”
Mute moaned as he felt up his massive nipples. He gripped the tip of one with a meaty paw and squeezed it, feeling its thickness, and then passed it up to his bicep, which he used to push up, into his maw. The sounds of his sucking and happy coos were almost more than little Dohn could handle. Zhu said nothing but smiled to himself at the thought of his little buddy being so turned on by this. They all climbed into the truck. Dohn in the middle, bouncing back and forth between the brawny shoulders of Zhu and Fjoll.
Fall was still outside when they got back, clumsily trying to pick up small things with his tube-like muscles. He seemed to have gotten the hang of his eyestalks and panned one around to watch their arrival while keeping the other trained on the rusty old dumbbell he was passing from one bicep to the other. It took him a while to turn his huge body around, but he had Johannes to help him.
It took all their efforts to get Mute back on his feet. “Not to worry.” Fall said. “We’ll be masters of our bodies in no time.” Him and Mute pushed and shoved at each other, getting horned up in front of them. The smell of their sweaty bodies was so intense, all of them started to get hard. Fjoll and Zhu were able to clear their heads enough to walk the guys inside and get them settled in their new home for now.
“Ah, yes, Johannes, this is Dohn.” Fjoll pat the little mouse on the back. “We have been so distracted, you two have not met.”
Dohn was completely dumbstruck. He didn’t know where to look as the giant shuffled awkwardly toward him and extended the hugest, thickest, hairiest paw of a hand he had ever seen. The man could barely close his fingers around Dohn’s own slender wrist. His hands felt hard as rocks, ungodly powerful and calloused from years of lifting and working. He smiled down at the little guy; his face hidden by a forest of hair.
“You’re huge.” He said, breathlessly.
That made Johannes laugh. He started shifting his big body, it took a while for Dohn to realize he was flexing his arm. His biceps were the size of a fully-grown man curled into a ball. He looked back at his face and noticed that even his forehead stood taller as the meat around his skull was thick and swollen. Veins bulged noticeably even through his hair. Then he caught his smell. It was a deep,
outdoorsy stench, like a man that had been working outside all day, like cut grass and sweat and it was so strong. He noticed long, hairy appendages extending from his pits and around the base of his cock. They were huge columns of hair that reeked of musk.
“I may need some help getting acclimated to the living room. Would you mind?” He asked.
“Nuh-no problem, sir.” Dohn stuttered.
Johannes grinned, flashing a set of sharp, beastly canines. “Perhaps later you might like to explore all this mass.”
“Oh…” Dohn clutched his scrawny chest, flustered. He took one of the masses of hair and used it to walk the giant into the house. Luckily, the doors were extremely wide given the giants that lived here, Johannes didn’t have any issue getting inside. “I think I will need to stay in the living room.” He said, lumbering over to the oversized couch. Dohn helped guide him in leaning backward to sit down, reveling in the opportunity to run his hands over more of his gargantuan frame.
“I’ll need your help when I go to sleep.” He said. “I’m still learning how to control this body of mine.”
“Oh, I don’t mind helping at all, sir.” Dohn said, feeling his long nipple, setting it in his lap.
“Help me get my underwear off, they’re so tight.”
Dohn gulped. He had on underwear? There was so much to look at, and he was so hairy, Dohn had hardly noticed. He cautiously reached for his waist, and sure enough, hooked the elastic around his finger. He pulled and tugged, careful not to pull any hair or pinch his skin, though he wasn’t sure if he’d even be able to feel it. He couldn’t call his legs the most massive pair he’d ever seen since discovering Fall and Mute in their new state, but the sheer size and feel of them was more than Dohn could handle. The seams of his briefs popped as he shimmied them down the widest sweep of his quads, but they held. They fell over his knees easily enough, but his calves presented a second challenge only slightly easier. They were like huge medicine balls resting on his ankles, but he got them over in good time before awkwardly pulling them over his foot pads. When he was free, Johannes spread his legs as far as he could, and sighed, spreading his arms over the back of the couch.
The rank stench of his pits and groin was intoxicating. Dohn rubbed his crotch as he inhaled before coming to his senses and blushing. He looked down at the soiled briefs in his hands. If the handsome behemoth weren’t sitting right in front of him, he’d smother himself with them right there.
“Smell something you like, boy?” Johannes asked.
Dohn looked down. “Uh…”
“It’s okay.” He said with a smile. “I like it too. Come here.” He reached for Dohn with his pads and pulled him close. Dohn thought he must be dreaming as muscles piled on top of muscles enveloped him in a sweaty embrace. Johannes held the back of his head and shoved his face into the mass of armpit hair. “Take a whiff, little guy.”
Dohn moaned. He clung to the man’s chest and huffed his scent before dreamily sliding down to the floor. From there, he slid his head between the man’s legs and shoved his muzzle between his inner thigh and his cock. Johannes purred, and pat him on the head.
“Dohn!” Came a familiar voice.
The blue mouse shot upright, and looked around, mortified. Zhu and Fjoll were both standing there looking slightly irritated.
“We could use your help.” Said Fjoll.
“He is helping me.” Said Johannes.
“I can see that.” Zhu laughed, patting Dohn on the back. “But maybe save that for later? Fjoll has some chores he needs done.”
Dohn slouched, still embarrassed and nods at the smiling beast.
Dohn hefted another load into the washing machine. He pulled out a soggy jockstrap, what little remained of Fall and Mute’s transformations on top of the clothes the guys had been wearing during their workouts. It reeked of sweat. The smell was overpowering. He couldn’t resist. Dohn pressed it to his nose and huffed a deep breath. He rolled his eyes, getting hard. He looked around, made sure no one was around, and tied it over his muzzle. Then he slipped a pair of Fall’s socks over his arms and another pair over his legs. They were so long they reached his hips and shoulders. His huge calves had stretched them out a bit, so for a moment they hung loosely. Then they compressed to his shape, or so Dohn thought.
The little mouse went back to the laundry and started filling up the washing machine again, not noticing his slowly growing body until he started gaining serious size. By then, he had started the cycle and was about to take the socks off before anyone came by.
He stopped. He had biceps…he’d never really had any kind of muscle definition before, but this was muscle! This was bodybuilder size mass he had on his arms as he turned them over and around, flexing them, feeling how big and powerful they were. He felt his chest, and looked down to see two huge, round pecs that twitched almost of their own accord. He gasped and saw his tight abs ripple. Then, suddenly, he felt his chin bump into those pecs. The jock was becoming tight, his face swelling inside, pulling the knot in the elastic he had tied even tighter. He couldn’t get it off. Dohn started to panic. He screamed.
Zhu was jacking off when he heard it, overwhelmed by the memories of what Rohr had done to his friends. He felt a little bad for them, since this had happened so suddenly, but they were in good spirits. But then he heard Dohn scream, and immediately leapt into action.
“What happened?” He asked, rushing into the living room completely and hard as a rock, his thick cock bouncing furiously. Fjoll came out, paused at the sight of Zhu nude and erect, but he kept his composure.
“Is he near?” Fjoll was all business. In his big hand was a hunting rifle.
Johannes looked worried.
“No! No, I uh…” Dohn said as he waddled out from the laundry room. His voice was muffled by the jock stretched over his face. The socks were starting to split at the arms and his upper thighs. He could barely move. They gawked as he crab walked sideways to pass through the door.
“Are those Mute’s socks?” Fjoll asked.
“Oh…uh.” Dohn stammered. Zhu tugged at the jockstrap around his face.
“Did you do this?” he asked.
“I couldn’t help myself!” He spluttered. “I like underwear, but this was different. OH!” He moaned as the jock finally split, revealing the huge brick of a chin he now had. His fat lips came spilling out. He smacked them, tried to feel them but he could barely bend his arms. When he finally managed, huge holes burst open in his socks.
“Pheromones?” Johannes rubbed one of his nipples as he stood up. “Perhaps our musk was too powerful for him to resist.”
“You certainly primed him earlier.” Fjoll said, snarkily.
Zhu pressed the sock to Dohn’s muzzle and held it there. Almost instantly, his face began to expand again. The shape of his heavy lips pressed against the material as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His heavy cock stood at full attention, and then Zhu slipped another one over it to watch it swell several feet long as his friend moaned.
“Looks like we might be moving in.” said Zhu as he swatted Dohn’s groping hands away from his cock.
“The more the merrier.” Fjoll shrugged, sounding exasperated.
“This gives me an idea.” Zhu said.
“Come on!” Zhu barked. “Move those muscles!”
The evening air was thick with the smell of musk and sweat as the brutes worked their freakish bodies.
Oddly enough, despite being the smallest of the brutes, it was Dohn who had the hardest time. His muscles made him into a thick block with almost no range of motion whatsoever. His thick, heavy cock was not as dexterous as Fall’s or Johannes’ who had quickly adapted theirs to become almost fully prehensile. They could lift logs and boards, rocks, and even people. Zhu couldn’t stop laughing when Fall snaked his shaft around his waist and lifted him up, into the air. Then he passed him off to the massive columns that were his nipples and cradled him like a baby.
Despite the difficulty of actually bending his arms and legs, Mute had quickly realized he was still fully mobile, if not more so than the average person because he could propel himself with the new shapes his muscles have taken. The tops of his feet were so long he could reach up and catch a branch, as long as it was strong enough to bear his immense weight. Then he was able to swing himself along or snag another branch with the tubes of flesh that were each of his individual muscle group. The only problem was that it was hard to make out where Mute really was amidst his many bulging tendrils and tubes of muscles.
“Come on, guys! Work!” Zhu cheered them on.
Fall and Johannes challenged each other to a race, galloping on their foot pads down to the lake. Fjoll and Zhu followed, making Dohn do lunges with huge weights strapped to his back. They had a feeling the weights themselves weren’t really doing much, but at least they were something. If anything, it was more the sheer effort of moving so much that had Dohn completely covered in sweat, wheezing as if he were about to die. “Keep going.” Fjoll barked at him. “All the way down.” Dohn couldn’t really perform a full lunge, but what little he could do was acceptable given the great effort he seemed to be exerting.
Zhu and Fjoll kept their eyes peeled on the forest. Mute swung from tree to tree after his friends, hooting like a beast. He could move so fast like that, the only think they really noticed were the massive balls that swung behind him.
“All this musk should bring him running.” Said Zhu.
“Rohr is a cunning beast. He will strike when he sees a window of opportunity.” Said Fjoll, stroking his beard, nervously.
“I think I’m gonna throw up!” Dohn heaved.
“Keep going or I’ll climb on top.” Zhu threatened.
“Keep going or I will climb on top.” Fjoll threatened as well.
Dohn whined and kept on.
“Guys!” Dohn called for them He looked confused. “I-I think something is wrong.”
That was when they saw him. He wasn’t particularly tall or massive by their standards, but he was fit and strong looking. He was sprawled across Dohn’s front, just under his pecs where he couldn’t see, sucking on his nipple, pulling it out, making it long and huge. The vampire pulled it out of his mouth with a satisfied smack. Then he moved to the other. Dohn rolled his eyes and moaned, rocking on his feet as his muscles began to expand rapidly. Soon his nipples were longer than Fall’s. Rohr climbed up his pecs and planted a wet kiss on the mouse’s lips, instantly they exploded to massive proportions, practically hanging off his chin as he slurped back drool. He sucked the tip of his nose, and it shot forward so far Pinocchio would be jealous. He licked all over his forehead and up his head.
His face exploded in a surge of muscle. His already heavy chin and jawline shot outward and thickened until it he nearly lost balance. Luckily, his muscles quickly caught up but he became so top heavy he fell backward, onto his steadily blooming ass. Dohn let out a deep, garbled scream as his head from the brow up shot upward in a massive pillar of veiny muscles. He widened his eyes in shock, and then they widened even farther until they were practically bulging out of his head. “AAAAUGH!” He howled as his eyes elongated into stalks, pulling out of their sockets like a deranged cartoon.
They rushed him, but Rohr was too fast. He slunk down Dohn’s arm, opposite them, and sucked furiously on his fingers before dashing away. Dohn rotated his eye stalks and studied the damage. His fingers were long, hideous things that twisted around each other. “Wash he djoing choo me?!” He slurred, unused to his new mouth. Zhu got to him just as he began to fall over, and he was practically smothered by a forest of smelly armpit hair. Fall lumbered over and rolled the still growing mouse over, freeing their friend.
Zhu felt strange as his body tensed and began to grow. It was slight, but he flexed his strong hands was amazed at the newfound power flowing through him. He chuckled and hardly noticed as a pair of hands wrapped around his waist. Then they tightened their grip, and he felt something kissing and sucking on his backside. Even before, he could never really reach his back, and as it began to rapidly expand, it became harder and harder to reach his waist. “He’s on me! He’s on me!” Zhu cried as he twisted and turned. It felt like he was giving Mute a piggyback ride as the vampire orc crawled around the swelling muscles, licking each group, sharp teeth gently passing over his tough skin. Soon Zhu had each part of his back muscles pulled so long they became short stumps that he could move individually. Before they grew too long, however, Fjoll came charging at him with his axe. “Stand still!”
Rohr swung around to Zhu’s front, smiled wickedly at him, and began to suck on his horns. Amazingly, they began to grow and grow as Zhu panicked and tried to force the orc off him.
“Hold him, Zhu!” Fall bellowed as he rushed toward him as fast as his huge body would allow.
Then he felt an immense weight push him from behind. Then Fall was on them, and slammed his body into them, pinning them between himself and Mute’s massive body. Zhu laughed triumphantly as they had him pinned before he began to notice a sucking sensation on his neck.
Only a few months later, and Rohr was free again, but this time, they had let him go. It hadn’t been easy, but after they had tied him up and given him time to calm down, they found him to be less of a beast than they originally thought. In fact, he was quite intelligent and very charming. He had simply been alone for so long, that he had given up on himself, on ever finding others like him, and thus had foregone the creeds and codes of his people. Finally captured, he had been forced to meet his victims,
and they pitied him. They saw real remorse in his eyes, and he resolutely decided that he would do whatever he could to do right by them.
And so he did.
There was nothing they could to do reverse the changes, though after a while the guys started to enjoy their new forms. They had always had a passion for growth and strength, in freakish size and unnatural body proportions. Now they were the ultimate example of that state. Surrounded by so many happy, engorged faces, Johannes began envying the others. That said, he felt it would be better to work his muscles the old-fashioned way, well…as close to old fashioned as he could. He sure had plenty of space.
The cousins were able to build him a forge as he worked on the dexterity of his hand pads. When he was ready, he was like a machine. “I’m so strong, I have so much energy, I can go for hours.” He said proudly, prowling along with the long, tough pads of his feet, hardly moving his legs at all. Soon they had become so muscular, even the muscles on top of his feet began to bulge and stack until they could move on their own as well.
Fall and Fjoll’s house quickly became its own compound as the brutes all worked together to erect houses for each of them. Rohr showed them their pecs could be milked, and Johannes leapt at the opportunity to construct a series of pumps custom made to each freak’s nipples. They could lay there for hours on end, pumping themselves, filling huge vats which went back into them to fuel further growth.
When they weren’t being pumped, they stretched massive socks and tight underwear over their bodies, allowing their sweat to soak through them. Then, when they were in the mood, they could dig through the filthy pile and stretch the huge garments over their bodies and grow their parts as much as they wanted. They were able to get back at Rohr this way. They pinned him down and stretched socks over every muscle group until the orc was a writhing mass of prehensile muscles. He took it all in stride and adapted quickly. He could even use his hair like huge ropes, and snag branches to swing himself along. The guys didn’t mind at all, as long as he kept his urges under control.
But then, one a particularly hot and sunny day, Rohr was out exploring, and he came across a handsome couple out on a hike. One was a big lion, the other a slender little labrador. They paused to catch their breath in the shade, and that kinky little lab pulled down his boyfriend’s tight, worn shorts down to make him roar. He flared his huge fangs and bellowed like a wild beast. His smell alone made it easy to find them. Rohr figured the mountain brutes wouldn’t mind some new faces every now and then. There would be consequences, but he certainly didn’t mind.